It felt as if we had gone back many years, to that classroom on the fifth floor beside the restroom. Amid the noisy chatter and breathing of more than eighty people, we pretended not to notice each other, then took the chance to size each other up during introductions. At last, our eyes inevitably met, and we smiled to ourselves with our lips pressed together.
From the initial awkward shyness around an unfamiliar male classmate to sleeping side by side like family.
From strangers to intimates.
Five words tied us together for a lifetime. We were passing travelers, but I hope you alone will stay forever.
Ten years of memories, and ten years of changing feelings.
We drifted apart, and we gave up.
Now, more than ever, I feel fortunate and grateful.
It feels good. Great. Come on.